Poem -

Alone...

Alone...

I'm not
Living
I'm not
Dying
Just
Alone
Empty
Soul
Craving
Life
At what
Price
Everybody
Grows
Old
I'm just
A walking
Ghost
At night
The streets
Are cold
I'm a
Creep with
No home
My kingdom
Is a
Doorway
Please
Have you
Any change
I don't think
People have
A tongue
Especially the
Unguided
Blindfold young
Next time
Look me
In the eye
Next time
Please
Just be kind
Bless the
Stars I see
At night
You have
A home
And I
Sleep alone...

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Cherie Leigh

HI Wayne...A very sad scene that is unfortunately portraying a very real reality for some......I cannot imagine the feeling of being alone on the streets and not knowing where the next meal will come from.Β  Great awareness write.Β  xo

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Wayne Stubbs

Yeah very true Cherie, in our privileged life we can't comprehend being in that mindset of not knowing what's next, we seem to plan everything out for what to do next, unfortunately for some there is no next, just being,
thank you again Cherie πŸ˜ŠπŸ’“

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Wayne Stubbs

Ahh bless you, sorry my dear, hope you have a good day πŸ˜ŠπŸ’“

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